On my business card it says:
P H O T O G R A P H E R • A R T I S T • T H R I L L S E E K E R
I usually get an “Thrill seeker. Ah! That’s awesome!” or a mumbled “thrill seeker” followed by a light chuckle. I can almost always pick out the person who gives me the third (usually rare) response: “Thrill seeker, huh? What does that mean? You like to jump out of airplanes or something?” At this point, my response wants to be “Please give me my card back, you aren’t going to appreciate the $1.25 it cost, nor my work.” I kid (kinda). I never discount a contact, especially one that clearly runs in a different circle than I do.
It’s the kind of person that would, most likely, implode if they were me right now. I’m moving Saturday. The packers are coming Thursday. We will be carless in a couple days and I have to buy one way tickets (hopefully tomorrow). The problem is, I don’t know where I’m moving to. Original plan: Tampa, Fl. No complaint here. Put me near white sandy beaches and I will be content indefinitely. I’ve survived humidity before, I’ll do it again. But as soon as we finalized on Tampa, Texas was put on the table or possibly Kentucky or Alabama (um, no). My initial reaction to finding out our simple (I’ll admit swift, we always move swiftly) plan to move to Tampa may be put on hold: excitement. No, I don’t know anything about the other cities that were mentioned, or have a place to stay, or…or…or… I love that. Allow me to experience something new and you will see me light up. The unknown is so alluring.
My thrill seeking takes place out of my comfort zone. Whatever that may be. Moving into the unknown is something I never want to stop doing. I always say the only aspect of my life I’m not adventurous in: food. If I had to eat the same thing for the rest of my life, I’d be just fine. Aside from that, you’ll find me off the beaten path, probably chasing after the sound of water. Which leads me to share a couple photos I took this past weekend. I couldn’t leave San Diego without shooting in my favorite location one last time. Thanks Rebecka for getting out of your comfort zone and jumping behind the waterfall…and for letting me rub charcoal all over you…and for doing it all last minute on the eve of your birthday.
I’m not saying I’m not an adrenaline junkie. I have big plans to swim with great whites, dive head first out of airplanes, skip a birth control pill or two (just kidding, I’m not crazy!), and most definitely do this.
So, are you a thrill seeker?
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